Misty cold nights.
You'll hear her sigh
and sing bittersweet lullabies.
For years she prayed
the saints would cast
a spell for the forest to let her go.

She sings,
she dreams,
she prays.

The black old well
holds ancient tales
and makes all [bad word] [bad word] 
So throw your dream
into the dark
and Blue [bad word] for you.

She sings,
she dreams,
she prays,

she sings,
she plays,
she stays...

"You're safe with [bad word] to me and bathe in these sacred, holy waters.
Cleanse your soul and mind;
I will take your grief away. I will release you from your pain,
the saints will watch over you.
Salvations near, breathe in life my dear."